31 comments/ 90991 views/ 57 favorites My Wife's Accidental Affair By: tulsatime39 Let me begin by stating that this is a true story, there have been some slight modifications to the names and detail to protect our privacy. This is the first of two stories that I now have but suspect that there will be more as time goes on, if you want to read them. Because of my job I wasn't able to travel to many of my step-sons wrestling matches, but my wife Jill never missed a single one, often driving alone following the charter bus to events across and out of state. At the start of the season she was apprehensive to travel alone and would plead with me to take vacation days to travel with her. I just didn't have enough days, so most of the time she was on her own. Somewhere in the middle of the season she quit asking me to go. I would still go to see the home matches, but she seemed much more reserved and almost stressed when I suggested my attendance. It wasn't until a month ago that I discovered the reason for her stress. Jill is 38, Eric her son (my step-son) is 18 and a senior in high school, she is of Spanish ancestry having dark brown hair and eyes and is a petite 5 foot one inch tall and weighs maybe 110 pounds, C-cup breasts that are perky and responsive and an ass that I affectionately call the "J-lo". She looks good coming or going, not strikingly beautiful but more girl-next-door type, resembling the referenced person of her ass name, Jennifer Lopez. She has always been shy in the bedroom, preferring lights out, with blow jobs only on special occasion, never allowing me to cum in her mouth, and anal completely out of the question. She also has trouble sleeping so she takes Ambien each night, if she does not immediately go lie down she gets into what I call zombie mode, where she is walking around, usually raiding the refrigerator, completely unaware, in this mode she will sometimes carry on conversations but has no memory whatsoever of any of her actions or conversations the next morning, it is easy to know her actions by the mess she finds in the kitchen the next morning. Eric stand 5 foot 4 and for a wrestler at the 135 pound class, has a very slight build, not at all hinting to his strength, my father would have called him wiry. My name is Mike, I am 35, 6 foot tall and 210 pounds, a little bit of a beer belly but a very active outdoors man and in excellent shape, I scuba and sky dive, hike and play on coed softball and volleyball teams. No body builder by any means, but firm and most people I know would say I was a nice looking fellow, not handsome, but I am no slouch either. Getting back to Jill she even quit talking about Eric's matches, I would ask, but she would only tell me the outcomes and whether Eric won on points, a pin or lost, nothing about the hotel, meals or other parents which previously had dominated the conversation whenever she returned. On the weekend of my discovery it was not a match that forced her absence, but a conference for her job. Eric was spending the weekend with his best friend Joe, so I was alone and bored and thought I would catch up on the season by watching the videos she always made of Eric's competitions. I had watched five matches when it became evident that Eric and his friends had control of the video camera, long zoom shots of girls around the pool with a narration by whoever was filming, clips inside different hotel rooms showing the guys doing stupid stuff, pillow fights, catching one taking a dump, a minute or two in the cheerleaders rooms, even showing some in various stages of undress, and a sneak shot through an almost closed bathroom door, a reflection in the mirror of a girl showering with a nice tit shot as she stepped out. She saw them, screamed and slammed the door. My wife obviously had not watched the video because she would have erased it, and I would have heard her complaints over the guys antics. The next thirty minutes of tape consisted of various matches, and occasional hijinks by the guys. Then the video went still, focused on a hotel room bed, you could hear a shower running in the background, then a voice I didn't recognize said , "Its in place, how are we going to get it back?" Then another voice in the background, "when she goes to breakfast we'll just open the door and put in a blank tape, she'll never know." I thought this was exciting, expecting to see a cheerleader, hopefully nude, emerging from a shower to dress for bed. I heard a door shut, it must have been the door to an adjoining room because I could see the front door in the edge of the frame. After a minute or so the shower stopped and to my surprise it wasn't a cheerleader that walking into the frame but my wife. I was immediately pissed off, but then I realized the boys obviously weren't able to retrieve the video, because I was watching it. I sat back enjoying the voyeuristic pleasure of watching my wife dry her hair while nude, she walked straight toward the camera, it was obviously mounted on the tripod, and she was obviously unaware it had been activated, stopped with an almost close-up view of her tightly trimmed pubic hair. When she turned and walked away you could see her take a drink from a water bottle raise her other hand to her mouth then take another drink. She was swallowing her Ambien, this was going to be a short video I thought, as she pulled on an over-sized T-shirt, one of mine I was sure. She sat on the edge of the bed, adjusted the alarm clock on the nightstand, turned on the television and turned off the light. I started playing with my I-pad and was just about to turn off the video when a loud knock was heard she quietly in her zombie tone whispered "yes?" Then another loud knock and a man's voice saying, "open up." She slipped out of bed and walked toward the door, opening it she again said, "yes?" It was Coach Green, a young guy, in his first year of teaching, after being an all-American wrestler at the State University, he couldn't be more than 22 or 23, strikingly good looking and with that cut, hard body of a wrestler that couldn't be hidden even in the suits he wore to each match. Tonight he was in a tank top and board shorts which showcased off his muscles all the more. "I'm sorry Mrs. Thomson, I mistook this for the boys room, just doing a room check to make sure they were all in and behaving." He said standing in the doorway. "It's okay she said, I am in and behaving, so you can check me off your list," she replied. "Well, you're in, but I'm not sure about behaving. What is that that you are watching?" he asked. Evidently when getting up she had inadvertently changed the channel on the TV and an adult movie was now playing. "Oh my god, I wasn't , I didn't, oh my." She stammered as she rushed to grab the remote, in the process knocking it to the floor and without thought as to the shortness of her nightshirt, bending to retrieve it. In an almost comical clumsiness dropping it again and again finally falling to her knees, completely exposed butt in the air as she reached under the bed to grasp it before finally turning off the television. As she sat on her feet and knees, her gorgeous butt completely exposed, she looked over her shoulder at Coach and saw him adjusting his crotch, a prominent bulge now forming. She sat there for a few moments with her mouth agape, staring eyes fixed in a level glare, obviously fixated on his bulge. Final she turned, still on her knees and lifted a leg to begin to stand, in the process exposing her pussy to the young coach's view. While the camera angle was providing near perfect views of her, I was only able to see a below the belt profile of Coach, that bulge had become a tent. Immediately upon standing she tripped and fell toward Coach, his quick reflexes allowed him to lunge forward to catch her, in doing so getting a strong grip on each breast and pulling her T-shirt well above her waist. As she put out her hands to stop her fall they grabbed at his hips catching the top of his baggy shorts and pulling them down to mid-thigh. Evidently he liked going commando. There they stood, her forehead resting on his massive chest looking down on a rock solid cock only inches away, his hands not releasing their firm grip on her tits. Slowly he changed from a grip to a massage, eliciting a slight groan from Jill. He didn't have some monstrous gigantic penis, but against that chiseled stomach and those tight abs, it must have looked good to her. As she regained her balance and stood he maintained his hold on her breasts. She stood there for a minute looking into his eyes without saying a word. The camera had a great view of her pencil eraser nipples now evident through the fabric of her shirt. He began to pull up and she obligingly lifted her arms so that he could remove her shirt, leaving her standing before him completely nude. Her erect nipples standing proud and a shimmer of wetness was now visible on her labia. When she released her hold on his shorts they fell to the ground and he quickly stepped out of them. She stared at him as in a trance while he peeled of his shirt and kicked away his flip-flops. The man truly is an Adonis, not an ounce of fat anywhere, every muscle well defined. I could see why she was so entranced. He stepped toward her, although not a tall man himself, he towered over her barely five foot tall self. One hand moved behind her neck, the other firmly gripped her buttocks, he drew her in for their first kiss. I began to wonder why I wasn't furious, but the scene playing out before me had me adjusting my own erection, as I was voyeuristically enthralled. Their kiss grew more passionate as their hands began to explore each others bodies. His right hand found its target between her legs and hers was stroking the rigid manhood between them. Eventually they fell upon the bed, and without any additional foreplay he moved between her legs and in a single thrust buried his cock into her wanton pussy. They grunted together only a minute or two before they in unison cried out, him pushing as deep as he could, his entire body convulsing while she screamed so loudly they must of heard her from the street, and certainly in the connecting room. She clutched at his strong back as he remained upon her and her legs locked at the ankles around his hips. They lay there unmoving, without saying a word for nearly a minute until he again started slowly moving his hips in and out. She looked at him and spoke a single word, "again?" "Oh god yes," was his reply. This time it was slow and deliberate, changing positions several times over the next half hour culminating with her riding him cowgirl style, her audibly reaching climax several times before he grabbed her hips and pulled her down, bucking up, grunting out his next climax deep into her womb. She collapsed on top of him breathing deeply, before rolling to her side and between exhausted breaths spoke, "that was incredible." He answered, "wait until you see what's next," as he turned toward her. Unfortunately for me the tape ended there and I can only guess what happened next. After I cleaned up the mess of my own ejaculation, I hadn't even touched myself. I hid the video and began to make plans for the next away match. My Wife's Accidental Affair Ch. 02 In my first story "My wife's accidental affair," I shared how I found out about my wife's affair with her son's wrestling coach through a video that was inadvertently made by some of his team mates. This story is a continuation of what transpired after my discovery, the background provided in the first story would make for better understanding of this story. I had some very constructive feedback, some praise and some criticism, all of which were appreciated. A point of issue was, "how could I as a husband not be enraged at the discovery of my wife's affair?" The answer to that question is simple I am not a jealous guy, I first got turned on to erotic literature reading "Call me Madam," Penthouse forum, the forums of other men's magazines, and from my teen years the stories I found most titillating were the wife watcher, initial reluctant, then willing participant type stories. Believe me it's not my only perversion. I have never spoke of these fantasies with Jill (my wife), before or after the initial discovery. Again this is a true story, with name and detail changes needed to preserve our privacy. After finding the video of my wife Jill and Coach Green, I understood why she quit pressuring me to travel with her to the away matches I desperately wished to know what else had happened that night, and wondered if anything has happened since then. There had not been any away competitions since but several home ones which did seem to go longer than usual. After watching the video I had immediately ordered a couple of motion-activated spy cameras. The one I gave my wife functions as an I-phone charger, and portable speaker while recording video on an SD card, she loves to listen to music so she takes it everywhere. The other looks like a traditional alarm clock which I used to replace my own in our bedroom, just in case. About two weeks after the cameras arrived she was gone to another away meet, this one a quad, four state competition, that went from Thursday evening until Sunday afternoon. It was Tuesday before I could retrieve the SD card from her dock, and Thursday before I could start to play its recordings. Sure enough the first night away, around 11 PM Coach Green came knocking on her door. She let him in, but her body language told me that he wasn't truly welcome. "What do you want Coach?" She asked somewhat coolly. "I want you, Jill," he replied. "That's not going to happen, the first time was a mistake, and it won't happen again, I am a married woman, and my son is next door for Christ's sake, get out of here now, and don't come back." She began very earnestly but seemed almost apologetic by the end. He didn't say a word, just turned and walked out the door. She plopped down on the bed, sighed deeply and fell back with her arms extended. After a minute or two she sat up, removed her clothes and walked toward the shower. When the video restarted she had just sat back on the bed and reached for her Ambien. She turned the on the television and quietly watched HGTV, her favorite go to sleep series. When it appeared that she was already fallen asleep, she suddenly turned toward the camera/dock, reached for the phone and called for room service. It was probably twenty minutes before a knock on the door signaled the arrival of her hot chocolate, cookies and ice-cream. She answered the door in her (my T-shirt) nightshirt signed the invoice, thanked the young lady who delivered her order at turned toward the bed, tray in hand. From the previous story and what I am about to transcribe one might think Jill is a clutch, she really is not, but once the Ambien kicks in, she is in Zombie mode, her reactions are severely retarded, and her choices do not reflect ones she would usually make. As she turned the door closed automatically behind her, but was unable to latch because the hoop security device stopped the door from closing completely. She set the tray on the small round table by the bed and set down to eat. The first thing she grabbed was the hot chocolate, and it must have been very hot because just as she touched it to her lips the heat caused her to jerk away and in doing so a large splash of the scalding liquid fell into her lap. Her reaction was immediate and pronounced, she started screaming, jumping around and trying to pull the T-shirt over her head, without the hot liquid burning anymore of her. Just as the shirt crossed her shoulders the door burst open with her son, several of his team-mates and Coach Green in tow. "Mom," her son yelled, "what the hell are you doing?" She, while still trying to get the T-shirt off her head said, "it's okay I just spilled hot chocolate on myself, I'm fine, you can go back.." Before she finished that sentence she completed removing the shirt and as she turned to Eric (her son, my step son) she saw that he was not alone, but instead staring back at her nearly naked body, she now had only panties on, were four others, three of Eric's friends and Coach. Time for a second scream. "Get, out, Get, out! Oh my god! Please get out." She pleaded. Coach Green began to immediately shuffle the boys out the door but remained behind. After they had all left he asked, "are you okay, do you need to see a doctor?" In the process she had grabbed a pillow and was holding it over her bare breasts, she responded, "I am fine, a little burned and a lot embarrassed." "Don't be, you made all our night. Seriously are you okay? Let's take a look at those burns." He directed. She compliantly turned toward the lamp so he could see better, large red splotches visible on her tummy and thighs, her breasts still hidden behind the pillow. "What do you think, do I need to see a doctor?" she asked. "Well you do have same blistering, I think some salve or at least something cold should be applied immediately. Let me run get my first aid kit." He said as he ran out the door. When he opened the door the teens were still standing outside, and anxiously peeked inside as he cleared the door. "Get your asses back to your room." He yelled as he ran past. Jill just stood there staring down until she noticed the bowl of ice cream. She dropped the pillow and held the ice cream to different spots on her torso. As she held the bowl in place she began eating the ice cream, rather sloppily so. She was standing there eating ice cream when Coach Green returned. He dropped the plastic tackle box to the floor, knelt on one knee opened the box, retrieved some sort of balm and immediately began applying it to her burns. "Does the cold help?" he asked. "It does," she replied with an exaggerated node, plus it tasted good, referring to the ice cream. "Should I continue?" "Yes please it feels good." After covering her tummy he said, "You have some burns there too." While staring at her bare breasts. She lifted her elbows raising the bowl closer to her mouth giving him access and therefore permission to rub her tits. The nipples were already erect. As he started to rub the burns on the tops and sides of her bosom, she accidentally dropped a dollop of ice cream just above her right nipple, making it even harder. He didn't miss a beat and immediately licked it off, lingering to suck on her tit. "MMMM, that is good," she moaned. I wasn't sure if she was referencing the ice cream or Coach's ministrations. He took it as encouragement and continued, dropping his salve covered had to her waist, rubbing into then under the waist band. As his hand approached her mons she hummed again the asked. "Am I burnt there too?" "It feels awfully hot to me," he replied. "I guess it is," she said, "what are you going to do about it?" He needed no more invitation, pulled her panties to the floor and pushed her back on the bed, spilling the last of the ice cream all over her. Smiling, he licked every drop from where it had fallen and worked his way down. She parted her legs to give him access and he focused his attention on the little-man-in-the-boat. After bringing her to an orgasm which she stifled by covering her face with the pillow and screaming into it, he stood dropped his pants and pushed her further up on the bed as he crawled between her legs. Timidity was gone, she reached down to guide him into her. For the next hour they fucked in various positions, she reached several orgasms one which seemed to go on forever, a pleasure I have only experienced on very few occasions. After the third time he climaxed he stood and began dressing. She was asleep before he closed the door. Several clips were recorded during the next day, her awakening, and getting dressed, the maid coming in, visibly angry at the hot chocolate stains, her returning and changing clothes only to leave again, not returning to her room until the next morning. I assumed she spent the night in Coach's room which was not next door to her son. Saturday was much the same, except for one incident which was confusing at first until I recalled how my discovery of her affair had resulted. Two of Eric's teammates opened the door and did something off camera toward the bath room, I could hear them talking but could only make out bits-and-pieces through their whispers. I heard doors opening and closing and they never left on camera, they must have departed through the room adjoining doors. Another attempt at recording I realized. They must have been successful at the retrieval this time, because I never found the tape. I pretty much know what they recorded, because so did I. On Saturday night when Coach opened the door he didn't even need to knock, she had given him a key. I was a night of passion that started with her giving him a blowjob and swallowing the result, pangs of jealousy for me to watch that, and ending near sunrise with them doing their best on every position they knew. They came a lot, at one point she walked bow legged to the bath to get a towel, all the while cum was running in streams down her legs. When she got home from the match she had a sort of faraway look, when I asked her about the meet, she talked ninety miles an hour, about the matches Eric won, about the drive, about the hotel and restaurants. Since it was before I could retrieve the video, I thought the previous incident had played out to be a one and only. At bed time that night as she undressed I noticed the burns on her chest and stomach, I stepped in to see them closer as she explained dropping hot chocolate on herself in her "Zombie Mode." She didn't offer any of the other details of the accident, but I swear I could see faint signs of hickeys around her aureola. She was insatiable in bed that night, climbing on top of me and sucking me to climax, and swallowing, and staying at it until I was hard enough for her to mount me and ride me through multiple orgasms for her. I came in her three times that night, more than any other night in the last few years. I think I like this new Jill. Since it took so long to get my first story written in an acceptable way, and to get this one written once it was accepted I have another story in the series to tell, this one from my home camera. Look for "My wife's accidental Affair part 3." My Wife's Accidental Affair Ch. 03 In the first two segments of this ongoing tale I wrote about the start of an affair my wife is having with my step son's wrestling coach. The innocent beginnings where somewhat facilitated through accident, and Ambien. What has happened since the last story is no accident, and my once shy demure wife, has started dressing much more provocatively and has become an aggressor in the bedroom. I must say I am enjoying, immensely, the byproduct of her awakened sexuality. I contemplated confronting Jill with what I knew, but the voyeuristic pleasures I was getting through watching her exploits led me to keeping her secret for at least awhile longer. I wondered if I had been correct in my assumption that Eric's friends had made a video, and I wondered, was Eric in on it? In the week that followed her return from the quad match we had sex every day, she would wake me in the morning sucking on my morning wood, sometimes to climax, when she did she would look at me, smile and go to the kitchen to fix our breakfast. Sometimes she would wait until I was awake then crawl onto me and slowly ease my erection into her soft folds, making love until I was late for work. At night as soon as we lay down we would begin to embrace and sometimes it evolved into passionate lovemaking, other times into raw, hard sex, not without passion, but more fulfillment of a baser instinct. She downloaded the Kamra Sutra on her I-Pod and we attempted positions I had never tried, some I'll never try again. The next weekend Eric was off to the State College for a recruitment event leaving us alone from Friday afternoon until Sunday morning, we never bothered to get dressed at all on Saturday. She woke me up, again, with a blow job however this time I twisted into a 69 and sucked and chewed on her clitoris until she screamed through and orgasm, and continued until she begged me to stop. Instead of stopping I rolled her over on her stomach crawled up and started kissing and nibbling her neck. As I sucked at the gorgeous nape of her neck my package was nestled between her butt cheeks. She can cum just from me sucking on her neck and the longer I spent there the more she writhed beneath me, pushing her ass back against my rigid erection. We had both worked into a sweat, and I would teasingly slide into her vagina, pull completely out to slide again between her cheeks. "Quit teasing me and fuck me," she pleaded. "I am fucking you," I replied. "Fuck me hard, I want you deep inside, I want your cum deep inside," she quipped, somewhere between pleading and directing. So I did, as hard as I could I thrust into her, over and over. She pushed back, hands clenching the sheets almost in a push-up stance, in tight fists, arching her back, her belly on the mattress her ass raised as high as the curve of her spine allowed. Grunting on each stroke. "Fuck, me. Oh, god, fuck me." She was rarely vocal before, but now, she claimed what she wanted. I reached under her, between her and the bed, gripping her hardened nipples and pinching them and pulling on them. As I thrust down, I would pull back on her tits. Her moans gave way to short inhalations, coinciding with each tug. I reached for a pillow rolled it quickly into a ball and stuffed it beneath her raised hips, moving my left hand to the small of her back, pushing her into the mattress, my right yanking on her nipple. Pulling back to the point of exit when I plunged back in, my dick had raised an inch or so. "OWWWWWWW, Oh stop, stop, stop, owwww." She screamed. So I stopped, my hard-on buried to the hilt in her ass, I didn't mean to put it there, but the snug tightness felt too good to leave, especially since she told me to stop. We lay there for a few brief moments, panting, her rosebud in spasm, alternating a vice like grip and an attempt to expel the invasion. I started to withdraw, only to have her follow me with her hips. "Oh, oh, wait, don't move, leave it there." She pleaded, focusing her breathing, attempting to take deep breaths. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean too, It just went in," I explained. "You are an ass," she retorted. "I'm in your ass, and liking it!" I enthusiastically replied. "I bet you are, you've wanted it, what do you think?" "I think it feels great, what do you think? "It hurt like hell, when you first went in, but I, think, I can try it if you want." With that I slowly started to push back in, with a determined look and a low moan she pushed back, until I was again buried to the hilt. "Slowly, go slowly," she pleaded. Within a few strokes she was pushing back hard against me, ordering me to fuck her harder, and deeper. Her whole body began to convulse, I had never seen her like this. She drew a long deep breath and held it exhaling slowly in a guttural moan., only to start twitching again, and repeating the staccato of breath and moan. Nearing her final convulsion, I gripped each hipbone and forced my pelvis forward, trying to drive as deeply as I could, then releasing string after string of cum. I have never cum so much, or so long in my life. I fell to her side lying face down my erection still rigid gripped tightly by her anal muscle, she relaxed with little mini-tremors still reverberating through her hips. Neither of us made any effort to move or speak for minutes, basking in the most unbridled passion either of us have ever experienced. "I can't believe we did that," I finally spoke. "I can't believe I liked it," she replied. "let's do it again later." She would get no argument from me, I had always liked anal sex, but hadn't had it since college days, with a former girlfriend, Elizabeth, but that's another story altogether. We made lunch in the nude, showered together, fooled around in the shower together, showered again, took a nap, I woke her this time, slowly licking circles around her swollen clit. Followed by a long slow, intimate lovemaking in which neither was in a hurry, enjoying the intimacy even more than the physical. We called out for pizza delivery, I asked her to let the delivery guy catch her nude, by accident. "No way you pervert, what if he is someone we know?" she stating, but with very little resolve. "It'll be a turn-on," I replied. "Like you need turned on," she smiled. "Come on, just a glimpse of tit or ass," I pleaded. "How am I supposed to accidentally flash the delivery guy?" she questioned. "Just come walking in with just your robe on, and untied, pretend you didn't realize he was at the door." "Why in the hell would I do that?" "Because I want you to." "You really are a pervert, do you REALLY want me to do this?" "Yes, I think it will be sexy, and the driver will love it too." "Okay, but if this goes wrong, it's all your fault, I will happily say, I told you so." When the delivery guy came, as I was signing the receipt, in walked Jill, completely naked, no robe, not even house shoes. "Oh, my god," She shrieked, sounding convincingly suprised. "Oh, Maaann," the delivery guy drew out, "Damn!" Before he caught my stare. "Oh, dude I am sorry, I just, I, I'm sorry, sorry," as he retreated down the walkway. When I closed the door Jill burst into laughter, "I bet you thought I wouldn't do it?" I really didn't believe she would, she is full of surprises. "You are so hot, have you ever had a pizza bikini?" My warped mind was going into full kink mode, I was looking forward to a little food play. "No I haven't. Have you ever had a pizza jockstrap?" Hot cheese on my privates didn't sound nearly as appealing as pepperoni pasties, so I dropped that train of thought. After dinner we were laying on the couch watching television, Jill in my arms, me tracing paths with my fingertips around her breasts, when I asked her about her sexual past, and the kinkiest thing she ever did, or wanted to do. She reminded that I already knew she wasn't a virgin when we met and quickly proclaimed that the kinkiest thing was having me fuck her ass that morning, definitely a first for her. I pressed on: "What other kinky things have you done, or thought about doing?" She replied, "I have thought about all the things everyone thinks about." "Such as?" I wasn't letting go of this. "Well, anal, check that one off the list, I almost had a threesome back in high school, but the guys chickened out." "Sex in public, public nudity, some light bondage, being with a another girl, you know everyday stuff." "What about you?" I suppose I should have expected this turn-around, but now I had a dilemma, do I tell her the truth of my sharing fantasies, of her being gangbanged? Do I let her know that I know about Coach? Do I keep it tame, and let her evolve, it's has been working to my favor so far? I decided to tell her my fantasies, but not yet about her secret. "As you are well aware, I am somewhat of a pervert," I began. "Since I was a kid, I liked to read stories about men watching their wives fucking other men, one of my biggest fantasies is to watch you fuck other guys." "Guys? You would like me to fuck other guys? Like one at a time or a gang bang?" "Well, the thought of you in a gang bang really gets me horny." I said honestly. She looked at me quizzically, "you are serious, aren't you?" "Yes I am, of course I would like to be in on it, I've always wondered what it would feel like to fuck your pussy when it is already full of cum." "That's pretty kinky, I don't know if I could ever do that. Wouldn't you be jealous of other guys fucking your wife?" "You know I'm not the jealous type, I think I would just be super turned on." I continued, "I am sure I could handle the jealousy, what about you, tell me about this almost threesome." Jill proceeded to tell me about her very first boyfriend during her sophomore year in high school, who was also her first lover. How he had a best friend named Ben who was always around, a shy nerdy guy who never dated or even talked to girls. It took him several months before he would even talk openly with Jill. She knew he was a virgin, but was such a nice guy, when her boyfriend broached the subject of her giving Ben a very special birthday present she accepted the challenge, provided that her boyfriend was present and participated. She expressed her gladness that they chickened out, because she was sure that she have been unable to really go through with it, although thoughts of what it would be like to be pleased by two men at once has remained an active fantasy. All the talk of sex had us both horny again and I was anxious for round two in Jill's ass. Slow seductive foreplay, with lots of teasing on both parts filled the evening. I brought her to near orgasm several times using my tongue, fingers and phallus. She stroked me, sucked me and rode me, but every time I neared climax, she would stop. Our lovemaking lasting well over an hour before she lay on her stomach, spread her cheeks and said, "Fuck my ass, lover, no one else ever has." Sunday morning brought the return of Eric and we were both so exhausted we did little more than rest and recuperate the whole day. Sunday night we went to bed early and slept soundly in each other's arms, not stirring until the alarm went off in the morning. As I showered and dressed for work Jill prepared a hot breakfast and as soon as Eric left for school she dropped her robe and crawled under the table. I enjoyed an omelet, while Jill enjoyed, as she phrased it, "her own personal protein drink," straight from the source, my penis. We didn't have sex every night that next week, but almost, I certainly had no complaints. We attended Eric's home match the next weekend. Coach Green, didn't even say hello to Jill or me. Several of Eric's teammates however would hover around Jill whenever I was any more than a few feet away. As soon as the match was over I headed off to our lake house, I needed to check on the dock, and make sure it was still properly winterized. It's a couple of hours drive so I decided to stay the night. Jill called around 7:00 PM and we spoke for twenty minutes or so until Eric announced in the background that he was headed out for his date and wouldn't be back until late. Promising to call me back later she hung up to talk with him before he left. She called back half an hour later and we talked for another half an hour before saying our good nights. I put one of my favorite porno DVD's in the player and sat down to watch, imagining that it was Jill in the video instead of the actors. I have received some pretty hateful, and some very encouraging comments, this story continues and I will continue writing, I do appreciate the useful critique and do try to incorporate your suggestions. To those of you who are so twisted with hate, I'm sorry this isn't your cup of tea. Look for My Wife's Accidental Affair Part 4. It seems Jill had some visitors while I was away. My Wife's Accidental Affair Ch. 04 This is the fourth and final segment of the story of how my wife, through an coincidental seduction by her son's wrestling coach, changed from shy and reserved to a true hot-wife. This section pushes some boundaries and while she has confessed some regrets, I have none. I love what she and our relationship as become and have no desire whatsoever to return to the mundane sex life we had before. This telling is pieced together from her own recount, the video captured on my spy-cams and my first-hand experience, for continuity I will continue to tell the story from my point-of-view as I have thus far. It involves wife sharing, group sex and non-consensual (or at least impaired consent) sex, drugs (prescription) and a lot of good times, if any of these things offend you please read no further. I appreciate the encouragement in the feedback I have received, and please forgive me that I am but a novice writer, an engineer by trade; I do sometimes make grammatical and spelling and word usage errors. ***** After Jill said goodnight and placed the phone back in the receiver cradle, she went back to the master bedroom and took a long shower, put on her usual T-shirt, and walked back to the kitchen where she prepared a cup of hot chocolate, took her Ambien, ate a few cookies and retired to the bedroom to watch HGTV until she fell asleep. She did not remember what time the following events started. Sometime after midnight Jill awakened to find Tim, one of Eric's teammates, standing at her bedside his fly was open and he was busily stroking himself as he stared down at her. When she looked down at herself she saw that the T-shirt was raised above her breasts and she was completely exposed below. As she looked back to Tim the realization of her intruder sunk in. "What the fuck!" she screamed, "Tim, get the hell out of my room," as she pulled the T down to cover her exposed body. "I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't think you would wake up," Tim squeaked as he back peddled to the door while trying to tuck his hardness back into his jeans. "What are you doing in my house? What are you doing in my room? How did you get I here?" She yelled a barrage of questions, not sounding nearly as angry as one might expect in such a situation. She followed him down the hall toward the living room not missing a step without yelling more questions, never giving the guy a moment to answer. With each step and each question her arms flailed in every direction exaggerating her displeasure, and causing the tail of the shirt to repeatedly rise over the swell of her vulva, exposing the little landing strip of dark pubic hair that pointed the way to heaven. When they reached the open expanse of the living room Jill was shocked to find that Tim was not alone. Dispersed through the room were senior classmates of Eric; Gary, the state champion heavyweight wrestler who tipped the scales just under 300 pounds yet was by no means fat, Maurice, captain of the basketball team, a just under 7 feet tall African American Senior, Tomas, starting center for the football team who had already signed with a major SEC college, Robby, the smallest of the bunch who wrestled below Eric's weight, and Pepper, who to my knowledge didn't participate in any sports, or anything else that I was aware. Passed out in the recliner was Eric, his girlfriend had become ill during their date and after dropping her off he found this bunch at the arcade and they had been drinking, and they drank a lot. Tim was still trying to get his pants zipped as he back-peddled into the room, and Jill's tirade had caused everyone to stop and observe the drama playing out before them. "What the hell are you BOYS doing in my house?" Jill extorted, placing her hands on her hips, which resulting in pulling the T-shirt taunt across her tits as it pulled up the hem just slightly above the folds of her vagina. The boys all stared in disbelief or shock, I can't say if it was because of her anger, Tim's exposed manhood, or Jill's exposed pussy but not a word was said. Their eyes seemed not to even blink as they stared at my beautiful wife. Finally Maurice spoke, "we are so sorry Mrs. Thompson, Eric was too drunk to drive so we brung (sic) him home, we didn't see no cars in the driveway so we thought you all was gone. We weren't stealing or anything, just hanging out." "Tim was hanging out in my bedroom..." she started but was interrupted by Gary. "He still is," Pepper blurted while pointing to Tim's partially zipped jeans and still very exposed penis. The room burst into laughter, Pepper fell to the ground he was laughing so hard. Jill turned to Tim to see the cause of their uproar and tried vainly to stifle a giggle, before finally bursting into laughter herself. Tim was not pleased. He reached down and tried yet again to tuck himself in and pull up his zipper. As he did it caught the tender flesh on the underside of his penis and he let out a blood curdling scream. Jill rushed to aid him, dropping to her knees in front of him and reached for his fly. Tim quickly covered it with both his hands. "Do you want help or not?" Asked Jill sitting back on her heals, unaware that both globes of that wonderful butt were visible to the rest of the group now behind her. Tim reluctantly dropped his hands and as Jill reached for the zipper a blood stain was growing around the trapped member. When Tim saw the blood he immediately heaved and vomited, most of the projectile falling onto Jill causing her to lunge back screaming and the front of her white T-shirt to become almost transparent. Jill regained her composure and knelt and reached again for the zipper. When she tugged down on the tab, Tim screamed again then fainted, falling into Jill knocking her backward, landing with Tim between her spread legs his freed again cock slapping the hood of her clit. "Help me, get him off of me," Jill pleaded, trying vainly to push the comatose Tim from her. She pushed at his shoulders trying to raise him enough that she could unwedge him from between her spread legs, every attempt at pushing him off resulted in him to falling again onto her, repeatedly dropping his full weight on her chest and abdomen. Although Tim was unconscious his cock had an awareness of its own and quickly engorged, see-sawing at her cleft with every attempted escape. Gary rushed over, grabbed Tim by the collar and belt and lifted him away. Jill pushed herself to a sitting position with her legs still extended in front of her and tried vainly to cover herself. "Thank you Gary," she offered. "Someone go to the medicine cabinet and grab the gauze and Neosporin for me please." Gary stood above her staring down at her exposed pussy and transparent t-shirt revealing the hard nubbins of her tits, his own erection causing the front of his trousers to tent. The now rousing Tim yelled, "let go of me freak!" As requested Gary let go and Tim face-planted on the floor with a loud thump rolling onto his back moaning, holding his nose with one hand and his erect, still bleeding dick with the other. Robby handed the gauze and ointment to Jill. "Thank you Robert," she said politely as she reached for poor Tim's member. Tim dropped his other hand in an attempt to block her effort, she just slapped his hands, gently grasped his wounded penis applied the salve and wrapped it several times with gauze before sitting back on her ankles with her hands on both thighs, holding down the hem of her soaked shirt in a vain attempt to cover herself. "Tim, in the morning be careful when you take off the gauze, try to keep the wound covered in Neosporin, a scab might prove very uncomfortable." Jill stated. The typically quiet Tomas retorted, "and no beating off for at least a week." "I'll have to beat you off from trying to kiss it and make better," replied Tim. "Speaking of kissing it to make it better..." he began while looking over at Jill. "In your dreams kiddo," she proclaimed cutting his plea short. "I have to get cleaned up. Have you all been drinking?" she asked. They nodded an affirmative. "Well I want you to be safe, you boys find a place to crash, and let's call it a night. Good night boys." "Good night Mrs. T," they replied in unison. In the shower Jill thought about Tim, masturbating while watching her sleep, she remembered how it felt for his manhood to poke at her opening when he fell on her, and she imagined what the rest of the boys' cocks looked like. Being young and athletic she knew their bodies would be trim and firm. Would their cocks also be firm? What would they be like as lovers? She massaged the soap onto her breasts and followed the suds as they washed down the slight swell of her mons and over the cloaked hood of her clitoris. Her fingers lingered there, lightly brushing over, then pushing between the lips, touching almost apprehensively, her left hand pinched at her nipple already standing out on high beam. Almost instantly she writhed in orgasm, she had never come so quickly when pleasuring herself. Sated she patted herself dry with the towel retrieved a clean T-shirt and headed toward the bed. As she walked toward the bed it occurred to her that she should check on the boys. Jill tiptoed down the hall in the dark and peered into the quiet living room, every piece of furniture hosted a sleeping teen, their heavy breathing and faint snores assured her they were down for the night. Content she returned to the master bedroom, and fell asleep immediately on closing her eyes. Jill had the most erotic dream she ever remembered, in it a mystery lover appeared between her legs kissing along each thigh from her knees to her crotch stopping just short of her vagina. Hands then lips pinched, kissed, licked then nibbled at her breasts. Fingers teased her swollen clit, then invaded folds, while a tongue lapped from side to side before focusing on her little man in the boat. She wanted desperately to wake and embrace and encourage her faceless lover, but escaping the dream was not to be. Finally her dream lover arose and impaled her with a great unmerciful thrust burying himself fully into her in a single blow, she simultaneously shuddered as a powerful orgasm racked her sleeping form. Then she was alone, but only for a moment before her lover returned, again she was teased, pleased and tormented. In her dreams her lover had unimaginable prowess and stamina, and seemed to be everywhere in and on her at once, ejaculating in her numerous times, bringing her to a collage of climaxes where one began before the previous ended. When she awoke the dream was so vivid in her mind, she lay there trying to recall every detail, trying to mentally view the face of her dream lover, getting excited in the reliving. As her hand pushed below the sheet to caress a nipple the soreness upon the touch puzzled her. "It is not my time of month," she thought aloud. As her hand reached between her legs, the matted pubes and still swollen and sore vulva caused her bolt upright, throwing the sheet off her and off the bed. Love bites dotted her torso from her breasts to mid-thigh, and she lay on a wet spot that covered a quarter of our king-sized bed. She ran to the bath, started the shower and looked in the full length mirror, the hickies extended above her breasts as well with lengthy marks following the muscle on either side of her neck. "Oh my god." She sighed, "who?" before realizing that I would be home soon and that there was no way she could hide these from me. She tried vainly to wash away the evidence of her violation but no soap could remove the bruises that covered her. She douched and could not believe the volume of semen deposited within her. After her shower she put on a turtleneck blouse and long house dress, before heading down the hallway to check on the boys, knowing one of them had taken liberties the night before, wondering which it was, and how she could face him. Upon reaching the living room she was surprised to find it empty, all the boys were gone, even Eric. Poor Jill spent hours agonizing, how to tell me about last night and deciding to confess to her affair with Coach Green. She reasoned that she could get a second job and rent an apartment nearby so she could see Eric, and questioned would he even want to see her. Occasionally she would recall my confessions about my desire to see her fucked by others, and would let herself hope that I might take it well, but would quickly resigned herself that I would probably never speak to her again. I walked in to find her softly sobbing sitting in my recliner, her knees drawn to her side and feet beneath her. "Honey what's wrong, is everything okay? Has somebody been injured? Was there an accident? Is Eric Okay? Your Mom? What's wrong?" I queried upset to see her so upset. "Please sit down Mike, I have to tell you something, and I am so afraid you are going to hate me." Bursting into heaving sobs. I dropped to my knees beside her and enfolded her in my arms. "Jill, I love you, whatever it is, I promise you I could never hate you." "Mike several weeks ago when I traveled with Eric to the dual I did something awful, I had sex with Coach Green, I don't know how it happened but it did, it shouldn't have, but it did, I don't blame you for hating me, I am so sorry." "Jill, honey, I know, I am sorry I didn't tell you but I've known all along, I don't hate you, I think it's hot, you looked like you were having such a great time." Before I could complete the sentence, she interrupted. "What do you mean it looked like I was having a great time?" she said flabbergasted. Then it was my time to confess. I confessed to finding and viewing the tape, and as I tried to tell her of the spy cameras. She kept returning the subject to the tape, so I retrieved it from my office, popped it in the VCR, and replayed it from start. She was mesmerized, sitting forward, her feet now on the floor, mouth agape, wide eyes staring at the erotic scene before us. "But how? Where did it come from? Who made this? How did you get it? How are you not wanting a divorce? I would divorce your sorry ass! How could you have this and not say a word?" I told her my theory about the boys trying to catch her naked on video, and being unable to get back to get the tape. We talked for hours, I confessed to knowing about the subsequent times with coach, and how I knew because of her I-pad dock camera. We ended up watching those together as well. She filled me in on the details of what the camera missed. She apologized profusely about the affair and promised it had been halted, and would never happen again. She couldn't believe that I was not angry, couldn't believe that it made me horny, couldn't believe I wanted her to have sex with whoever she desired. Somewhere in the conversation I offered as proof of my opinion, the rock hard cock tenting my jeans, she unzipped me, gently stroked then softly sucked on my hard member as she alternated between telling me her story and giving me a fantastic blow job. When she finally accepted that I was truly okay with what had transpired with Coach and confessed that she had no right to be angry with me spying on her, she obviously deserved it. She said, "that's not all, are you ready to hear some more?" "Oh, course," I replied, having no idea of what had transpired the night before with the boys. She told me of Eric's failed date, and drunkenness, Tim's violation of her privacy, the zipper, the vomit, passing out, climaxing in the shower, everything. Then she started telling me about the dream, and waking to the dirty sheets, and well fucked pussy, she removed her gown and blouse to show the evidence of their conquest and told how she had no idea who did it. "Would you like to know?" I asked. "Sure I would, but I didn't have the I-pod dock in our room," she replied. After telling her about the alarm clock cam we ran together to the bedroom took out the SD card, plugged it into the bedroom television and started to scan through captured video clips, when we got to last night we were able to view Tim's first intrusion. For a skinny kid he had a decent sized cock. She couldn't believe his brazenness, first softly knocking on her door, peeking in, quietly saying her name then timidly approaching her sleeping form. He first touched her shoulder, before peeling back the sheets, and the progression of his courage as he worked her shirt up her sides, before taking out his cock and starting to masturbate. It appeared that if she would have slept but a few moments longer, he would have reached climax, and what a different night it might have been. We watched her chasing him from the room, and coming back in a very wet t-shirt, walking past the camera to the bath only to emerge again and return to bed and to sleep. The next clip began when a silhouette appeared in the doorway almost completely eclipsing the light from the hall. "That has to be Gary or Tomas," I thought aloud. Both of us gasped when the shadow was followed by another, then another then another. The second had to Maurice, he had to duck to enter the door, the third we surmised to be Pepper and the last obviously Robby, because of their respective sizes. Pepper spoke asking Jill if she was awake. Moved closer and asked again. When he was confident that she was asleep he turned on the bedside lamp. All the participants where now easily seen, it was Gary, but it was obvious Pepper was running the show. "I told you guys," He said, "She takes those pills and she is gone. Anyone want to see her naked without being covered in vomit, or by Coach Green?" Jill looked at me puzzled, I paused the video and I told her of the second tape, the one they were able to retrieve. Then eagerly resumed playback. "Oh, my god, no wonder they are always coming on to me, they know I am a slut." "My slut, come here slut and sit in my lap." I barked as I pulled her into my lap both of us sitting on the bedside facing the TV. "You really are a pervert you know, didn't my blowjob take care of you?" "It was great, but I am horny again, watching my slut in action." "Enough with the slut talk, even though that's what I am, it sounds so mean." "I love you,...slut," I teased. On the television Pepper could be seen pulling the sheet away from Jill, then raising the hem of her nightshirt to expose her pussy, still open and moist from her shower masturbation. We watched as the boys tentatively touched her, growing bolder by the minute. After they had worked her shirt up to expose her tits all their inhibitions were lost, they began to stroke, pinch then suckle at her teats. Pepper crawled onto the bed pushing her knees apart and started caressing, then kissing her legs, before focusing on her open flower. Jill may have been asleep but she began to audibly encourage them and her hips started to rotate toward the talented tongue of her young assailant. She reached out and grabbed the hard cocks of the teens that knelt at her side and opened her mouth to take one then the other. She was in zombie mode but she was an active and willing participant from the camera's point of view. We watched as the boys took turns in her mouth and pussy. Robby complained at one point about the amount of cum in her, and was directed to get a towel and clean her up, which he did before taking her pussy a second time. We watched as they tag teamed her, when one would finish in her mouth or pussy another was ready to take his place, over twenty loads of cum where deposited into her oral and vaginal cavities before they were done. I was so turned on I couldn't take it and pulled Jill up to impale her on my shaft, it went it without any resistance at all, she was soaked. "Honey that's a little sore, how about you use this hole instead?" Jill purred, as she repositioned my member to her back door then slipped down until her wonder butt was pressed hard into my lap,I came immediately, but remained hard as her ass. My Wife's Accidental Affair Ch. 04 We made love for hours that night, and again in the morning as we made plans for setting up a rerun of her gangbang, one in which we could both be more participatory. It hasn't happened yet, but I'll be sure and write about it. Until then, Many happy endings.